She sat there reading on her computer and surfing like usual. Her thoughts began to wander and a slow smile crept over her lips. She opened up a chat program to see if he was online and beamed when she saw his sn there. He was often busy and she hated to interrupt but she remembered him telling her not to feel that way so she just jumped in and said hello.
He replied almost immediately and her smile was so wide her cheeks ached just a bit, a not unpleasant feeling. She found herself drawn to him time and time again but didn't want to analyze it, rather just let it take her where it wanted to. Just talking to him made her ache with want and she hadn't felt that way in a long long time. More the reason to jump in and chat with him when she got a chance to. She checked the whereabouts of her daughter, closed and locked her door, turning up the TV in her room to cut out all other noises.
She read as he typed about times in his life, sad times, awful times and couldn't help but wonder who was there to wrap their arms around him tight when he needed it the most. Some things are hard to imagine going through if you haven't gone through them yourself but imagining someone else in pain or witnessing it always tugged at her heart. Maybe that's why she worked taking care of seniors, and could sympathize when they were afraid and confused. So many times her eyes had teared up when theirs did and she had hugged and held hands with people when they needed someone there beside them.
Conversations drift and this one did as well. If chemistry can be felt through Internet connections, she felt it very strong here for some reason. She turned on her cam and in this modern age where you can talk to someone far away while you type to them, she never was less than amazed. How easily he could read her mind at times, maybe from experience, maybe because they were both on the same page. She'd let the camera dip down lower and took pleasure in the fact that as a female, subtle teasing can be so wonderfully delicious. He seemed to appreciate the affect and they began to type a bit more seriously about how they'd imagine things would be if they were close enough to touch.
Without even a touch her nipples grew hard and the moisture between her legs intensified. He could take her imagination and send it soaring and she was all too eager to allow him to. She never could find sense in the fact that people sat in front of their computers excited and yet five minutes with him and she understood. She slipped her fingers between her legs and felt the wetness waiting between the lips, more than she had imagined. Her fingers absently went back to her lips to taste...and smell the sweetness she knew as her own.
Eyes glued to the monitor she responded to his touches in text and felt his lips on her as if it were real and not just from the keyboard. She could close her eyes and imagine the things he said as his hands touched her, and his kisses worked their way down her chest.